Still Feeling Good

I’m 40 hours post-surgery and still feeling good.  I’ve taken three half doses of Tylenol, is all, and that was mostly to be sure I stay on top of the soreness so it doesn’t get out of hand. (Not that I’m sure it would, but they said to take no chances.)

I walked yesterday afternoon around part of our back yard (fifty steps per round trip) 20 times yesterday for a total of 1000 steps. I went slow, but not because of any pain or soreness. I just know I’m supposed to be careful and not rush things.

I can take my first shower at noon today so I’ll get a first look at what changed then. I haven’t lost as much weight as I anticipated but the intern said that’s because I’m healing and my body is manufacturing healing fluids like mad, which adds substantially to the scale. I’m also wearing a seriously heavy ribbed binder around my middle. It probably weighs a pound all by itself.

In Other News

I have some sad news to report. My kitty Hunter disappeared more than eight days ago and hasn’t come back. He’s well loved in the neighborhood and has often stayed away two or more days at a time with neighbors, so I didn’t worry at first because he frequently goes AWOL, but I suspect a coyote may have gotten him, since he hasn’t come back.

Before I had surgery, I walked around, looked in ditches and the shed(which gets open and closed a lot and he sometimes ended up in there), and called his name to see if I could get a response from him, but nothing came of that. So, I’m beginning to realize I need to let him go. I looked online at the local shelters for him but had no luck.

He was such a sweetheart. He was used to being an outdoor cat when he was brought to me, and would have been miserable locked inside all the time, so I knew I was taking chances allowing him to be free…  I’m sad.

And now I have some good news to report. A feral cat has moved in underneath one of our sheds. I’ve been feeding it for about a week and it’s beginning to anticipate me and come out from under the shed when I walk and work back there, so I don’t think it will be too long before it’s tame and ready for petting. It’s a pretty creature. It’s spotted almost like an exotic cat and is mottled grey with tints of light orangey brown, making it subtly striking to look at. I’ll get a photo of it when I can. I think it’s a male but am not sure yet. If it is, I believe it’s neutered. (I haven’t gotten a close look at its hind end yet.)

Since I’m stuck here at home for the time being, this is pretty much all the news I have to share.  I’ll see if I can come up with some memories to share that I haven’t before to create blog posts.

This is the 22nd anniversary of DeForest Kelley’s passing, so there’s a lot out about him again right now. I’m glad people are still cherishing his memory.  I miss him like crazy and always will.